#it reminds me of j/elsa

[nyx-lyris]

my encanto analysis/headcanon that no one asked for

so, i was just looking through some encanto fanart and headcanons and came across this piece (artist: https://mobile.twitter.com/ye_enc): 

abuela had triplets - julieta, pepa, and bruno. both julieta and pepa had three kids - isabella, luisa, and mirabel for julieta, and dolores, camilo, and antonio for pepa. 

what i noticed is that for each batch of three, each individual falls under a certain category, and it seems to follow by age. 

julieta was, as this lovely fanart shows, likely depended on quite frequently for her ability to heal via her cooking. her gift would have been the most useful and therefore she likely would have been praised the most as “the perfect one”. 

this, of course, next falls to isabella, who we see this with the most frequently. abuela very clearly is living the life she wished she could have lived through isabella, and is viewed as the perfect golden child by everyone around her. 

dolores is a little different, but i believe she still fits the trope. she is basically the physical embodiment of “seen but not heard.” she keeps quiet on the things she knows would upset her family and doesn’t make herself heard, even when she is in pain, whether physical or emotional. she doesn’t tell anyone that she knows bruno has been living in the walls for the ten years he’s been missing; she doesn’t tell anyone about her feelings for mariano, because she knows that will upset abuela and her cousin’s “perfect for the encanto” arrangement; and one can only imagine how loud certain things are to her, that are endurable for us (fireworks, for example). 

next are the middle children: pepa, luisa, and camilo. all of them have some kind of pressure on their shoulders. (and - just a fun thing i noticed - while luisa’s literal pressure is the many things she carries, pepa’s pressure is atmospheric pressure, because she controls the weather. but anyway, lol). 

all three of these characters are told in one way or another to bottle up their emotions and keep them buried inside. with pepa, we see this very directly as she is constantly told by the other characters (especially abuela) to, as the fanart above shows, calm down and essentially turn off her emotions because of the damage she can cause with her weather powers. this kind of reminds me of the “conceal, don’t feel” thing that elsa had with her gloves. both pepa and elsa demonstrate the same growth throughout their movies, too - learning to accept themselves and their abilities and thus being able to control them instead of being controlled by them - but, i digress. 

luisa, by contrast, is indirectly told to keep her emotions at bay. she is treated as something of a useful tool, both by the town and by abuela, and seen in a very masculine light despite her relatively feminine personality. because of this treatment and the expectation that she will always be strong that comes with it, she falls into the same category as pepa. 

camilo, like dolores, is a little different, but still fits. we don’t see much of him in the movie, but i imagine he is depended on as being the funny one. if anyone reading this is into k-pop or bts, think of camilo as like the j-hope or the jin of the group. he’s always expected to be funny and smiling, lifting everyone else’s spirits - but who lifts his spirits? 

and lastly, we have the youngest siblings - bruno, mirabel, and antonio. they fit into the roll, of course, of the scapegoat, of family disappointments. 

bruno was rejected by the town and by his family, seen as a harbinger of chaos and horror, a bad omen - all because he can see the future, something that he obviously cannot control. but, of course, it’s easier to simply blame someone else than accept the truth or take responsibility for your own actions. 

mirabel, of course, is treated in much the same way. she is seen as a bad omen, as well, and is quite literally feared to be the one who will destroy the family and the encanto, because of bruno’s vision. 

antonio does not quite fit into this category, but i think if he had not gotten a gift, he would have been shunned in much the same way as bruno or mirabel. it can also be argued that his gift isn’t really very useful, and we can see abuela struggle for a moment to think of how they could put his gift to use at the breakfast at the beginning of the movie (”i told them to warm up your seat”). 

anyway - this is all to say that each of the siblings in each of the batches of three appears to fill (or almost fill) the same rolls. i’m sure someone else has already noticed this and i’m just late to the party - but i thought it was cool. 

[da-awesom-one]

At All Costs (Snowflake Version) - Chris Pine & Idina Menzel

Art I commissioned from Frost_Art on Instagram.

*DISCLAIMER: These lyrics are fan-made lyrics of a song created and owned by Disney for characters that are owned by both Disney and Dreamworks respectively . No money is being made off of this. This was solely written for recreational purposes.*

Context: This is set during Frozen II, in the middle of the Dark Sea scene. They’ve barely survived the Nokk, and Jack is the most upset he’s ever been. Elsa left him behind not once, but twice. The first when they left Kristoff and Sven behind, and the second when she sent Olaf and Anna away. Not only that, she recklessly runs into the Dark Sea, and that’s not mentioning his fear of water. Coupled with the fear of being sent away, and not feeling like he has a place in Arendelle, he’s really struggling to prove his worth without being selfish.

Love is selflessness, and he has taken that to heart since the events of Frozen 1, where he abandoned Elsa before her parents died, and he did everything in his power to make up for it when she finally sees him again. However, it doesn't always work in the right way. So he’s desperately trying to not be what he perceives to be selfish, for being selfish is what almost lost him his best friend in the first place, and he is deeply afraid of losing his new family. Of losing Elsa.

But somewhere along the way, whether he understands or want to admit it or not, things changed. Jack sees Elsa differently, just as she started to in her late teens, but kept quiet due to what happened and out of respect to her friend, also because she's not sure she understands it either.

They argue in the Dark Sea, telling her he doesn't want to lose her, but right as Jack’s about to say what he actually wants, he relents, saying what he wants doesn’t matter. Elsa doesn’t accept that. Once they get to safety, she tells him what he wants matters to HER.

And he tells her he wants to stay with her forever. That he sees her the way Kristoff does to Anna. But time, fate, what have you, makes it seem like no matter what he does, he can’t. But still, he wants to be with her regardless. Because she is his destiny. And being with her makes him feel better, and whole.

So then he starts singing. And so does she. And for the first time since entering the Enchanted Forest, they're on the same page. Better now than ever before.

Sing = Siiing

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(VERSE 1)

J: If destiny is a set-in-stone thing,

Mine would be you.

If you'd have told me the feelings you'd bring,

I'd think them untrue.

Yet I never thought I’d meet someone like you.

Not in this life.

You still amaze me after all this time.

(PRE-CHORUS)

You pull me in like some kind of wind.

Save me from all the doubts within.

Make me brave enough to tell ya...

…That I…

(CHORUS)

Love you as one does.

I, I would protect you 

At all costs.

Bring you here into my arms.

I, I would protect you 

At all costs.

At all costs.

(VERSE 2)

E: How to say… the words that I wish to convey?

That I want you, too. Even if I tried to,

I can’t go back to life before you.

If someone tried to stop this, I don't

See how that could happen.

I'd fight for us in ways you can't imagine.

I’ve felt this once before, so I hope

It would be alright to stand right here and tell you…

(CHORUS)

B: I love you as one does.

I, I will protect you 

At all costs.

Hold you right here in my arms.

I, I will protect you 

At all costs!

At all costs!

(BRIDGE)

If you're ever feeling like you're lost,

I’ll come find you!

Man all fronts! There's no ocean I won't swim across

To be right by you!

And not just once. Here and now, I swear on my response,

I'll remind you…

(FINAL CHORUS)

I love you as one does.

I, I will protect you 

At all costs!

Keep you safe here in my arms!

I, I will protect you 

At all costs!

At all costs.

(END)

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Debated whether or not to do this after posting the Jack Frost This Is The Thanks I Get?!, and finally hearing this for the first time. I got giddy, as this is definitely one of the top songs from the Wish soundtrack, and it struck me as odd that the villain, who in the movie was married, and the protagonist would sing something that sounded... well, romantic.

After seeing Wish for the context of it, and later discovering the Demo Version, learning that it WAS originally written as a love song, well... I had to go back and tweak my original draft.

@doodlemel's Animatic of them singing this song definitely didn't help, either. XD

I had to tweak bits that weren't making sense for Jack to say, especially parts that Magnifico said in the movie that kinda hinted to his more sinister persona. Because Jack is a good guy, but also someone who has never experienced these kinda feelings before, as well as also dealing with a lot of mistakes and trauma that influence his perception of whether or not his feelings are genuine, and whether he has a right to feel these feelings.

Elsa, for her part. is more straightforward, remarkably. Because I headcanon that she fell in love first, but Jack was being Shonen Protagonist oblivious to it. And by the time he started feeling a spark of something similar, stuff had already happened between them that they needed to clear up. But her feelings for him never really went away, even if she got better at hiding them. So when she hears him FINALLY admit that he feels the same way, she doesn't have to hide anymore. She lets him say his piece, and responds in kind.

Ultimately, I didn't really change much but the first parts where they sing, and parts of the choruses. Especially the “love” parts, as I just HAD to incorporate the original Demo Version into it. It's telling a sort of story. Of them slowly synchronizing once more, and finally ending with them being of one mind and heart.

For to love on a spectrum that has both beings as one, in my opinion, is truly a beautiful thing.

[disneyanddisneyships]

Chapter 29.

I am.. so... SO sorry for this @gyubby99

As the two followed Reunard and his lackey, the sound of Iduna's lullaby echoed throughout the walls. Elsa was determined to find out where this went. Jack however wasn't as thrilled. "Elsa... it's really dark in here... we should turn back," Jack stated. The darkness reminded him of water. He hated water. "Then turn back... I cant... I need to find out what happened," Elsa replied. Jack couldn't leave her... he continued following Elsa. "The dam will weaken their lands, so they will have to turn to me," Reunard spoke as Elsa and Jack followed him. Elsa came to an opening in the floor, memories went down into the depths, down into the darkness. "They will come in celebration. And then we will know their size, and strength," Reunard explained, the sound of his voice echoing throughout the walls. Elsa sighed and looked to Jack who nodded. The two jumped down. Jack was first because he flew, and he caught Elsa, setting her down gently. He didn't feel cold. However when he glanced to Elsa, she was hunched over, icicles formed on her skin and her breath could be seen. "Elsa we need to go. You cant-" "Shh," Elsa interrupted. "King Ruenard, the dam isn't strengthening our waters, it's hurting the forest, it's cutting off the north!" the leader of the northuldra spoke. Elsa held herself tighter, and Jack went over to hug her to keep her warm, but she ended up shivering more. He stepped back. He couldn't help her... "Lets not discuss this here! Lets meet on the fjord, have tea, find a solution," king Reunard spoke. Elsa looked around for the memory that came next, her hair becoming whiter than it already was. "Elsa we need to go!" Jack stated. "N-not yet... I still need to know," Elsa stuttered. In the distance elsa could see the northuldran leader sitting down by the fjord, drinking a cup of tea. Elsa looked to it expectantly. The statue of King Reunard came into play, he ran to the leader with his sword raised. Elsas eyes widened and she panicked. "No!" She yelled, but when she looked down, she was frozen to the floor. "Elsa!" Jack shouted. The ice continued moving up to her torso. "J-jack," she whispered. Jack ran up to her, placing his hands on her face. "I love you," she stated. She shot her hand out "anna!" She yelled, sending her ice to Anna before she froze over. Jack stayed silent, his hands still on her frozen over face, tears brimming his widened eyes until the tears spilled over. "E-elsa? No.... no no no no.... no elsa!" He cried before hugging her. "You promised me you wouldn't get yourself killed! Elsa please wake up," Jack stated as he sobbed.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed. He had been crying, sitting on the floor, knees to his chest, his back to Elsa, he was alone again. He could hear the sound of memories from above, one of him playing piano while Elsa sang, another of Christmas, and elsas birthday. He finally realized that he couldn't stay here. He needed to help Anna destroy the dam.

[daandyli0n]

it’s time for another oc “playlists” post!

bandit:

-“overwhelmed” by royal and the serpent (specifically the ryan mack version)

-“boys will be bugs” by cavetown

-“treehouse” by alex g

-“bang!” by ajr

poppy:

-“listen to me” by human petting zoo (sums up their thoughts on c!dream pretty well)

-“problems” by mother mother (them with bandit; this is what i mean when i say poppy needs therapy)

-“burning pile” by mother mother

-“loser” by neoni

-“surface pressure” from encanto (i think this pretty accurately shows how poppy feels they need to be strong for all of their loved ones (mostly bandit) and how they put on this real tough front. really, deep down, poppy has some childhood trauma that involves some abandonment issues (that i’ll probably get into with another post) as well as just general untreated anger issues)

azu:

-“life itself” by glass animals (i feel like azu has some issues from her past that have caused her to feel as though she has wasted potential. the fact that she later gets thrown in prison doesn’t help)

-“look what you made me do” by taylor swift (to c!dream and c!punz. i would like to remind y’all that c!dream is kinda the reason why azu was thrown in prison in the first place, and c!punz kinda helped c!dream with thyme’s murder. also, the one part that goes “I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh! Cause she’s dead!” is just 👌 for ghost!azu. also, “Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time.”)

-“oh no!” by marina and the diamonds

-“elsa’s song” by the amazing devil (shared with thyme)

thyme:

-“cinnamon” by halley williams (look, the Vibes, man)

-“everybody likes you” by lemon demon (thyme is Anxious and has Abandonment Issues, man)

-“bloom” by j^p^n (only the first bit; the vibes fit Really well)

-“elsa’s song” the amazing devil (shared with azu)

also, for everybody’s species and ages:

bandit: (albino) anthro raccoon, 16 currently

poppy: demon-anthro raccoon mix, 18 currently

azu: enderman, 21 at death

thyme: anthro cat, 22 at death

(bandit and poppy are half-siblings, azu and thyme are partners)

[portkilop]

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[assassyart]

Hi. Me again. I’ve heard a stupid idea regarding ratchet & clank that he and rivet NEED to pair up to save the Lombax species? Apparently. Even though the rest of them are doing okay in another dimension. It’s weird and creepy and I don’t like it. Probably won’t happen. I hope now. “You want me and Rivet to do WHAT?!” “No way! I’m bad with kids and I don’t even have a uterus!”. It’s a stupid idea. What do you think? As daft as that question may be.

"I'm pretty sure you're me, after all."

"What makes you think you aren't me?" — Rift Apart

Even if people don't want to believe Ratchet and Rivet are the same person, it's undeniable that they believe they are the same person. And it's okay to ship them. I don't really mind it? God knows I have a bunch of ships that I know will never be canon lol But to expect canon to turn this way after 12 mainline games is pretty silly. I'd be pretty upset if the first female playable character in the series that just got introduced 13 games in is resorted only to a love interest/baby-making machine, especially when the current love interest has been seriously neglected by canon ever since her debut.

"There's more for me here, than over there." — Into the Nexus

The whole "they must bang to repopulate" is also so so unsettling lol. Two of a species could not bring the whole species back from the grave without incest being involved (not taking into the account that lombaxes aren't even endangered, just misplaced in a different dimension as Tools, ACiT, Nexus, and Rift Apart have stated).

"The lombaxes aren't gone they've just...moved on. And we'll find them." — A Crack in Time

Overall, I think it's okay to dabble in shipping. It's fun! In theory, Rivet and Ratchet could be a fun relationship to play with. But demanding canon to do things just because you want it to (especially if you haven't played any of the other games) is kinda silly to me.

[lectophile]

I Love Nesta Archeron

SPOILER ALERT for Sarah J. Mass's A Court of Thorns and Roses Trilogy.

With the newly-released title and release date of Sarah J. Mass's Nessian spin-off, A Court of Silver Flames, I have noticed that the YA fantasy community, or at least a good enough portion of it, has begun to become very vocal about its lack of fondness for Nesta and their displeasure at her being matched with Cassian, who they believe "deserves so much better". As the self-proclaimed number one fan of Nesta, I have an urge, that will not go unrequited, to dispel the idea that Nesta is a terrible person.

I have to admit, when I first read the series, I disliked Nesta, Elain, and their father an unfathomable amount. I relished in the idea that somewhere, later on in the series, they would each be served a mouthful of the crap they deserved. I would say, in terms of relativity, Nesta was highest on my dislike meter, Elain next, and then their father. Elain having bought Feyre the small tins of paint and Feyre's father telling her to never come back and live out her dreams were small redemptions in their favor. I admired Nesta's protectiveness over Elain, but disdained her for so easily having forgone attempting to protect Feyre, because, after all, she was the youngest.

After having read the series three times, and having deliciously bathed in gallons worth of putting-Nesta-and-occassionally-Elain-in-their-place, compliments of our wonderful, and even more scrumptious, winged friends: Rhys and Cass, I have come to the new conclusion about our dear Nesta. As the oldest, Nesta was able to receive the most education out of all three of the Archeron sisters. She learned valuable skills for women in society, making her a suitable match for eligible bachelors—but that was worthless when their family became poor. Nesta had no skills in surviving in a world where you had to fend for yourself. All she knew was which fork to use with salad and how to greet gentlemen. Feyre, on the other hand, had not even learned to read and write, making it easier for her to adapt to their new situation and assume the role of interim head of household while the rest of the remaining Archeron family pondered on a life Feyre had never had the chance to be a part of.

Nesta began resenting Feyre when Feyre successfully began taking care of their family. Nesta was being showed-up by a fourteen year old girl that couldn't even read, and all Nesta had succeeded at doing was mope around and wait to die. Nesta was ashamed of herself for this, blamed Feyre for her shame, and, in turn, wanted to make Feyre feel it as well—hence, abusing Feyre, I do not excuse it, but I don’t know when the book community decided to cancel characters for being terrible in the past and GROWING to become better people. Nesta also never looked after Feyre like you would hope an older sister would do for their younger sibling because Nesta didn't feel that Feyre needed taking care of. Feyre could hunt, make money, make food, and anything she set her mind to—she didn't need Nesta for anything. Nesta took this as a jab, feeling that if Feyre thought she was so good that she could do everything for herself, why should Nesta even lift a finger? Feyre was doing it all and seemingly handling it perfectly fine. Because of this, Nesta preferred Elain to Feyre; for one, Elain needed guidance and someone to follow, which appealed to Nesta's superiority complex; secondly, Nesta took care of Elain as she did because Elain gave her a purpose, to find someone for Elain to marry off to and care for her in the meanwhile.

Later on in the series, when Feyre shows up to their home as Fae and with part of the Inner Circle, Nesta feels a whirlwind of emotions, which makes her lock up even more than she always did. Nesta is scared of letting people see how weak and frail she is and how she has no real purpose in this world; and she is especially wary of letting Feyre see it because, even though she always resented Feyre, she liked that Feyre admired her for her steely exterior and unbendable will. For one, Nesta was shocked out of her mind because Feyre was Fae, something that all humans south of The Wall were taught to fear; Another thing Nesta felt with Feyre coming back into her and Elain's life was fear. Nesta feared that Feyre was going to disrupt everything Nesta had achieved while Feyre was gone: getting Elain engaged to Graysen. With Feyre gone and their father on his secret voyage, Nesta was finally the one in charge, the dependable one, the one protecting their family—even if that was only Elain—and Feyre was not only throwing off the balance, but threatening to destroy it altogether.

After having felt like we, the readers, had gone hand-in-hand with Feyre through everything, from the trials Under the Mountain to her neglect by Tamlin, we were angry and enraged that Nesta had the audacity to be so rude to Feyre, who had done absolutely nothing to Nesta all the months she was gone. For heaven's sake, Feyre hadn't even made contact with Nesta up until this moment. But, we have to understand, Nesta uses her anger to keep people out and prevent them from seeing how insurmountably weak and riddled with dark emotion she is. Feyre seems to have the world figured out: a mate, a close group of friends, wealth beyond imagination, and a beautiful home; and Nesta is upset that Feyre would want to take away the little her and Elain do have for, what she believes, is Fae business.

After having realized all of this, I loved Nesta with my whole heart—the most out of the whole Inner Circle, Az coming in close, close second. She reminded me of myself: flawed, jealous, wrathful, prideful, and resentful. Feyre seems to be some kind of unnatural super-being—ignoring the fact that she actually is for the sake of my argument—able to overcome everything in her way, making me want to be like her and making me resent the parts of myself that she overcame within herself. Nesta is Sarah J. Mass's way of letting us know, we can be powerful, strong, courageous women that surprise ourselves with our ability to do anything we set our minds to, as well as being flawed, broken, and distant. We do not have to be Elains: so kind that an other-worldly Cauldron gifts us power out of its sheer amazement at how lovely we are inside and out. We can be ferocious and take power for ourselves, just as Nesta had ripped power from the Cauldron with her teeth as repayment for making her and Elain undergo what they did. Nesta is devastatingly beautiful, graceful, collected, cool, intelligent, determined, curious, wrathful, prideful, resentful, and most of all, humiliated with herself for not being the strong person she wishes she could be. I love Nesta so, so much. I wish her all the luck and happiness in the world.

And, last but not least, something to remind everyone of. In A Court of Frost and Starlight, Nesta behaves outrageously—but this is her way of trying to cope, trying to get some sort of feeling back after having been turned Fae. Her transformation had occurred during the chaos of the battle to save humans from Hybern, and so there was no time for her to take for herself and understand what had been done to her. Once the adrenaline of battle and victory had faded, she was left with a hole within herself in a foreign body, leading an immortal life with an even more foreign power within her. Feyre also suffered from post-traumatic disorder, but in a different way—as all people go through trauma uniquely and individually. Nesta does not want to admit how broken, how weak, how confused she is, and all the Inner Circle wants to do is what they think will make her happy—but they don't get that she can't even feel. Personally, I find that everyone, except for Cass and Az, seems to have their own opinion of her behavior without really trying to understand why it's happening—especially Feyre. I think Feyre has always felt responsible for the well-being of her sisters, and so she does this the most. She has never truly understood Nesta, why she’s so closed off, why she’s so distant, and it hurts her as well, because Nesta is the only sort of mother figure—a strange one I know, but she was the oldest, wisest woman in her life for a long time—Feyre had, as their mother was basically absent and then died. Feyre is also young, so we have to understand that she does not truly understand how trauma can be different for each person, and so she tries to solve this by assuming that Nesta’s trauma may be similar in some way to that of what she went through in Under-the-Mountain. Feyre isn’t doing anything wrong, it’s just a younger sister trying to make her older sister as happy as she is—think Anna with Elsa. Also, Feyre is confused because she would have thought that the beauty and power of the Fae realm would have made Nesta feel better about being Changed, but, as I will dive more in depth below, the circumstances surrounding their views on being Fae are completely different, and frankly opposite for Feyre and Elain/Nesta. Feyre’s seeming misunderstanding and attempts at helping Nesta infuriate Nesta because she feels like some broken doll her sister wants to sew up new so that she can look pretty for the rest of them.

I also want to add that being Fae means completely different things for each of the Archeron sisters. Feyre loves being Fae, and I think it’s because she has associated it with the insurmountable happiness that has been brought into her life after she had Changed: she found Rhys, became strong enough to defend herself and anyone she cared about, was able to paint whenever, whatever, and however she wanted, found a family that truly supported her and loved her and required nothing of her, and was finally able to dream of a future that was only for her, not for her sisters or father. Elain hates being Fae, or at least hated it at first but seems to be adapting to it, because it took away the future she had always dreamed of. While Feyre never really had the chance to dream of anything for herself, Elain did—because, she’s sweet and I also love her, she really didn’t lift a finger until she shoved Az’s knife into the King of Hybern’s neck. Elain was raised in a society where domesticity are the best characteristics of a woman, and it is what she should strive for. She strived to be a loving wife, with a beautiful home to decorate, to have parties and socialize with everyone, and to be the sweet angel her husband came to after a long day’s work. She had that, and being Fae took that away because her fiancé hates the Fae. The man she thought would love her no matter what she was or looked like, hated her. I mean, if that happened to any of us, we’d all have been destroyed from within: she trusted this man with her heart, she trusted that he would always love and care for her—and for her to trust men was difficult because she had trusted her father to always look after her, but he failed her—and then he said he hated her for the abomination she was, for something she couldn’t control. Being Fae took away Elain’s dreams, and so it is not all the pretty, supernatural stuff that we, the readers, would love to be a part of—because, remember that the series was written in first-person from Feyre’s point of view, so obviously we’ll have some bias towards being Fae and her beliefs. Nesta hates being Fae. Nesta demands control over her life, she demands being the one in charge of it. If she’s gonna die, it’ll be because she said so; if she’s gonna eat, it’s because she said so. She will not let anyone or anything control who she is or how she lives her life, and then she was forced to be immortal. Imagine, feeling so lost, so insurmountably despairing, in an immortal body. While she was mortal she could at least wait for death to take her away from the tortures of being poor, cold, starving, and out of control, at least death was something she had decided on accepting, not forced upon her—but as a Fae, she would have to wait hundreds to even thousands of years for merciful death to take her away from all these feelings, emotions, and general environments that she has absolutely no control of and feels she could never truly be a part of. I have not ever been depressed or suffered from PTSD, but from what I have learned, I have heard that it feels like a never ending hole you fall into, where you are consumed by darkness and there is nothing else you can see, and anywhere you are within that hole, you are alone and no one can reach you. Imagine that, but feeling like you will feel that way for the rest of your immortal life.

Last, last thing: Nesta and Cassian are mates. If she had an instinct within her to call Cass from battle just in time to save him from the Cauldron; if her willingness to sacrifice her life so she could die with him because she could not live without him, didn't convince you of their status as mates, I *clap* do *clap* not *clap* know *clap* what *clap* will.

Anyways, thank you for reaching this point of my fanatic rant over Nesta.

[nowheretobefound101]

The Announcement Jitters

[The Announcement Jitters]

J: Good morning, my queen! I was hoping that I ain't bothering you.

E: My goodness, Jack! Good morning to you too. Reasonably, you aren't bothering me in the means that you're currently standing beside me and surprised me.

J: And here I thought you said to me that 'you are immune to my surprise attacks'.

E: That's the truth!! Actually...

J: I knew something's troubling you. That's why I'm here.

E: You always never failed to impress me, I guess it is easy for you to read me, huh?

J: How come? I think that I do memorize all your favorite spots that respond to your mood.

E: You're telling me that I feel worried that's why I'm here at the balcony?

J: You got it right. Now it's your turn to tell me what's bothering you?

E: Well, I'm just quite nervous about our announcement later at the royal gala. Like, are we gonna upset them or...

J: Upset? How can they be upset if they'll know that we're expecting a new addition to our family? Especially your sister will definitely be glad to know it.

E: How are you so calmly, my king?

J: Elsa, I may look so calm outside, but inside, my worries wanted to explode. Honestly, I'm feeling excited and nervous at the same time for the announcement rather than hosting the gala, itself.

E: Thank you for popping out at the right time.

J: 'popping out' really, Els?

E: Why? You always came out of nowhere then suddenly popped out whenever I need comfort... Or alone time with you, Jack.

J: Clever tactics, huh. You can just directly tell me and I'll clear my schedule. Just for you.

K: Good day, Your Majesties. I'm sorry for interrupting but Princess Anna needs you both for the final arrangements at the ballroom.

E: Thank you, Kai. We'll be there in a minute.

J: Duty calls?

E: Let me remind you that you are not exempted, my king.

J: Humor me.

E: Fine... *gives a gentle kiss to Jack* Is that good?

J: Better, but save the best for last. Shall we, my queen? *offers his hand*

E: Of course, my king.

And before she places her hand, Jack suddenly grabs her whole body in a bridal carry, and he can't help but also teased Elsa on how crimson she is.

(I make a little adjustment of my mistake on my ig post regarding this🤣. Dang it! now I really admire this one over my post on ig, jeeeezzz~)

[gyubby99]

Jack: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Elsa: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Jack: No, like, U R A Q T.

Elsa: Awwww!

[greenjacketwhitehatdocmui]

Frozen:  In the Details

Summary:  Sometimes, the simplest of tasks can have a deeper meaning.  Agnarr muses on what washing the car has meant to him in the past, and possibly the future.  This was written for the “Summer Lovin’” issue of @frozines on Tumblr. Modern AU, Agduna and Kristanna.

This story can be found on @frozines and at Fanfiction.net and Archive of Our Own.

Enjoy!

--Pearson “Doc” Mui

Frozen:  In the Details by Pearson “Doc” Mui

           Agnarr awoke early on a Saturday. With some grumbling, Iduna released him from their bed as he prepared for the day. She understood that this task had to be done early in the morning, but she didn’t have to like it. If things worked out, however, it would have been worth waking up early for.

           After a quick breakfast and some cleanup, Agnarr trotted to the garage. The spring in his step ran counter to the occasional crackling sound in his knees. Even the projected thirty percent chance of rain did nothing to dampen his spirits.

Eyeing one corner of the garage, he chose his tools for the day’s task. Buckets, wash mitts and car soap were laid out on the garage floor. After a moment, he opened up some folding chairs and a small table.

           Opening the garage door, he smiled at the sight of his girls coming home, if only for today. They were adults now; Elsa was working on her PhD while Anna was a year into graduate school. The nest was never empty for too long, thankfully. They made time to visit, even if it was just for small talk.

           Elsa eyed him ruefully before accepting a quick hug. She had a pretty good idea of what he had planned for their incoming guest. Anna, on the other hand, was pouting.

           “Dad, are you really going to put Kristoff through this?” Clearly, his youngest wasn’t pleased at the prospect.

           Agnarr raised an eyebrow. “The way you’re talking, you’d think that I was going to torture him. It’s just a car wash between men.” He sighed. “You used to love helping me wash the car.”

           “I remember that you loved using the hose,” Elsa reminded Anna. There wasn’t any real bite to her words, though. “We used to help while wearing swimsuits.”

           Anna’s pout faded as she sighed, briefly lost in nostalgia.  “Those were good times, weren’t they?”

           Iduna folded her arms and sighed. Both of her girls were wearing swimsuits underneath their shirts and shorts. Anna eagerly fingered the trigger to the hose while Elsa made sure the supplies were in order.

           Elsa was having a good day. It hadn’t taken too much cajoling to get her outside. Anna’s puppy-dog eyes were a formidable weapon, especially at the tender age of eight.

           Most men would have insisted on doing “man stuff” by themselves. Agnarr wanted to have as many family activities as possible. Everyone had a job: Agnarr would wash the car, Anna would rinse it off and Elsa would take care of the windows. Iduna was there for spot-checking and refreshments.

           “Is everyone ready?” he asked enthusiastically.

           “Ready!” Anna piped up.

           “I’m ready, Papa,” Elsa said more demurely.

           He nodded.  “Well, let’s get this car clean, shall we?”

           Iduna marveled at their coordination. Everyone worked their roles admirably. Of course, a family wash like this was more for fun than work. There wouldn’t be any intensely-detailed work like Agnarr had done before—

           She suppressed a shudder. Agnarr’s father had been a cold taskmaster. He was more of a sire than an actual, warm father figure. While she took no pleasure in anyone’s passing, she had admit that the town had been the better for it.

           The calm lasted almost the entire time the car was being washed. Then Anna got a little overzealous with the hose and sprayed into the air.

           “Look, Elsa! Look Papa! I’m making rainbows—oops.” Anna laughed nervously as she realized that both Elsa and Agnarr were soaked.

           Iduna sighed, safe in the garage. She knew that it was going to end up like this.

           With calm, deliberate steps, she retreated further into the garage and grabbed a third, covered bucket from its hiding place. She and Agnarr had prepared this little surprise last night. With some effort, she hoisted the bucket to the driveway and uncovered it.

           Iduna reached into the bucket and grabbed a water balloon. She gestured for everyone to do the same.

           “On three,” she said firmly. “One, two—“

           “THREE!” Anna squealed.

           The battle was joined. When it was over, they were collapsed on the lawn, soaked through and basking in the summer sun.  It had been a good day.

           “Morning, girls,” Iduna greeted them. “Have you had breakfast yet? I could fix something up.”

           “We’re fine, Mom,” Elsa reassured her. “We ate before we came here.”

           Anna blinked and winced as she ran back to her car, an unassuming Honda Civic.  Rummaging around, she extracted a bag and jogged back.

           “We stopped by Hudson’s Hearth,” Anna said. “Destin and Halima say `hello.’” She opened it up and the three women sniffed deeply at the smell that wafted out.

           “Hmm…chocolate,” they chorused. For a moment, they were lost in the smell of the pastries.

           Agnarr tried not to chuckle. The apples didn’t fall far from the tree.

           He turned away from them and tried not to look too anxious or expectant. In the brief encounters he’d had before, Kristoff had seemed like a nice enough young man. It was clear that he cared greatly for Anna.

           Unfortunately, Anna hadn’t been so lucky the first time. At first glance, Hans had seemed like a good person, too. But the devil was always in the details—or, in this case, the detailing.

           Hans had pulled into their driveway in a Ferrari. To Agnarr, this was the first clue that the young man might have been trying too hard.

           “Good morning, Mr. Arendelle!” Hans greeted him enthusiastically. “So, who’s going to get the royal car wash treatment?”

           “We’ll be taking care of Anna’s car,” Agnarr said. “I already waxed our cars last week. I figured that Anna’s car could use a cleanup.”

           Hans’s smile froze. There was a dark shadow of disappointment in his eyes.

           “Oh,” Hans said simply. Then he rallied. “Oh, of course,” he agreed. “Nothing but the best for Anna.”

           “I’m glad that you agree,” Agnarr said. “I have all the supplies in the garage. Was there anything you needed?”

           “Thank you sir, but I brought my own things,” Hans said smoothly. He almost strutted to the Ferrari and pulled out some high-end detailing supplies from the little trunk. They were all brand new and still in the package.

           “Do you use all this on your own car?” Agnarr asked.

           Hans paused. Then he smiled in an ingratiating manner. “I don’t compromise on quality, Mr. Arendelle. As I said before, I want only the best for Anna.”

           As the time passed, Agnarr noticed several things he wasn’t sure that he liked. Hans insisted on doing it all himself, even though Agnarr had offered to help. Whenever Anna caught his eye, Hans flexed and winked.

           It was clear to Agnarr that Hans had never washed a car in his life. He was washing randomly instead of methodically, “politely” refusing any suggestions. He was sloppy applying the wax, squirting a long line on the car and working from there. Furthermore, when Hans thought that neither Agnarr nor Anna was looking, he scowled.

           Agnarr did not have a good feeling about Hans. He tried to voice his objections to Anna, but she was entirely captivated by how charming, selfless and helpful he was. Hans was, in her eyes, flawless. It was not a good sign.

           “I’m not sure it’ll work out,” he admitted to Iduna later on. It pained him to see Anna clinging to Hans’s every word. It was obvious that Anna was utterly besotted with Hans.

           “I didn’t know that a car wash was a personality test,” she joked. Her smile faded as she noted his grim expression. “You’re serious?”

           He sighed heavily. “He doesn’t take any suggestions or criticism. He shows off when he knows that people are looking. When he thinks nobody’s looking, it’s obvious that he’s not really enjoying himself.” He paused. “And honestly, even Anna could see that he did a terrible job of it.”

           “Elsa doesn’t like him, either,” she said. “Something about how he seems insincere to everyone except the person he’s focusing on.”

           “Dad had that kind of charm,” Agnarr admitted. “He was better at it, though. Hardly anyone saw his dark side.”

           She flinched. “We should warn her.”

           “I’m not sure she’d listen. She has an incredibly forgiving heart and Hans will take full advantage of it. You saw how besotted she was with him. I could practically see the hearts floating from her.”

           “So we do nothing?” Those words left a bad taste in her mouth.

           “No.” He shook his head. “We hope for the best and prepare for the worst. If he tries to isolate her, we find ways to keep in contact. Elsa’s ready to intervene if she has to.”

           She nodded. “And what if he goes too far?”

           His expression darkened. “Then I will make certain that he never huts anyone again.”

          “Just you?” she asked. “You never let me have any fun.”

          “Fine, I can go after you,” he sighed. “Not that there would be much left.”

           Anna’s enthusiastic greeting to Kristoff’s truck broke Agnarr out of his reverie.  He chuckled as Kristoff parked his truck on the side of the road. It was a small gesture of consideration, one of many that he’d observed. Kristoff wasn’t rich and he hadn’t been able to afford the best education, but he was kind and sincere.

           “Woof!”

           Oh, and Kristoff had a big, friendly dog. The girls had taken to him almost immediately, with Anna babbling baby-talk as Elsa looked embarrassed. Iduna was not immune to Sven’s “puppy in a big body” charm. As for Agnarr, he was fond of the big dog as well—though he tried to be restrained about it.

           “Mr. Arendelle,” Kristoff greeted Agnarr politely—and a bit nervously. “Um, I hope you don’t mind that I brought Sven. The big lug didn’t want to stay home.”

           “That’s fine,” Agnarr said reasonably. “As long as he behaves himself, I don’t have any problem.”

           “He’s a total sweetie, Dad,” Anna said from behind. “Want me to keep an eye on him?” She asked Kristoff.

           “That’d be great, thanks,” he said.  “If he gets fidgety, you know what to do.”

Opening the door, he grabbed Sven’s leash. The big dog jumped out and waited for Anna to accept the lead. After the obligatory scratch behind the ears and baby talk, she and Sven headed to the shelter of the garage.

           “So, um, I brought some stuff with me,” Kristoff admitted. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture. “Of course, if there’s something you want to use, I’m okay with that.”

           Agnarr scrutinized the equipment in the back of the truck. The microfiber towels had been neatly folded in their own, zip-locked bag. Two buckets with grates inside met with his approval. He did arch an eyebrow at the orbital polisher and pads, something that his late father would have taken issue with. There were spray bottles of wheel cleaner, “ceramic wax,” something for the upholstery and something called “instant detailer.” Everything was in good condition, but it was obvious that the equipment had seen some use.

           “Do you think I brought too much?” Kristoff asked nervously. “Maybe I overdid it.”

           “I think this will be just fine,” Agnarr said. He turned towards Anna. “What are you in the mood for today?” he asked.

           “Well, I really don’t need anything fancy,” she replied. “Why? What did you have in mind?”

           “I could probably get rid of some of those swirl marks,” Kristoff suggested. “If you want, I mean.  Think of it as kind of exfoliating your car.”

           She lifted an eyebrow at the metaphor. “Well…maybe just the hood and the trunk,” she allowed. She quirked the corner of her mouth in amusement. “You just want to use your little toy, don’t you?”

           “Well, I saved up for it,” he admitted. “So, smooth out the hood and trunk, got it.”

           Agnarr tried not to chuckle. “You have a polisher, don’t you?”

           “It’s nothing fancy,” Kristoff said. “I saved up for it, so I figured I might as well get some mileage out of it.”

           “He waxes his truck every few weeks,” Anna said. “You know, I kind of feel bad that you’re doing all this for my car. Maybe I could take care of the upholstery or something?”

           The two men shared a look. Anna was dressed practically for the warm weather. There was nothing objectionable about her jean shorts and t-shirt. However, crawling around to wipe down the seats would have been awkward, to say the least.

           “How about I walk you through getting your trunk polished?” Kristoff suggested. “It’s not that hard.”

           “You’re letting me touch your baby?” Anna asked dubiously.

           “My polisher is not my baby,” Kristoff protested. Then there was a warmth in his smile that made her flush. “I trust you.”

           “So…you’d let me wax your truck?” she teased.

           “Why don’t we start with your car first?” Agnarr gently interrupted. “We don’t want to wait too long, after all.”

           Elsa quietly smiled as the men worked on the car. They had been surprisingly efficient and coordinated well together. There were moments when one man had to offer feedback to the other, but neither of them took any offense. It was an unusual kind of camaraderie.

           Kristoff was a vast improvement over Hans. What he lacked in funds, he more than made up for in heart. He may have been a little rough around the edges, but there was no doubt that Anna was the most important person in his life.

           She heard one breathy sigh, then another. She noted the very contented looks on the faces to either side of her. Then she noted that even in the relatively cool summer weather, Kristoff and her father had worked up quite the sweat, their shirts clinging to them.

           With a quiet, resigned sigh, she went into the house. Her sister and mother were oblivious to her absence.

           A few moments later, she returned with a tray of drinks and two towels. She set the tray on a nearby work bench and took two tall glasses of lemonade with her.

           Anna still had a dazed, dopey expression on her face. Iduna wasn’t much better.

           Elsa took Anna’s free hand, the one that wasn’t holding Sven’s leash, and gently placed the glass in her palm. With a start, she blinked as if she were coming out of a spell.

           Elsa did the same for their mother. Iduna’s reaction was much the same as Anna’s.

           Elsa couldn’t resist a little smirk. “I thought you two might want something to drink,” she said. “You both looked…thirsty.”

           Iduna and Anna rolled their eyes at the double-entendre. Behind the cool exterior that Elsa projected, she could be quite the joker—even if her humor tended to be on the dry side.

           “Very funny,” Anna returned. “We’re just appreciating their hard work.”

           “We certainly are,” Iduna agreed. “Both of them are very diligent.”

           “Well, maybe we could reward their diligence with a towel and a sports drink?” Elsa suggested, gesturing to the tray. “I think they could use it.”

           Agnarr wiped the sweat off of his forehead. While he still enjoyed washing cars, he was reminded that he wasn’t a young man anymore. Even though he and Kristoff were cutting the workload in half, he was still going to be sore tomorrow morning.

           Still, it was gratifying to see how seriously Kristoff took things. He was methodical and, more importantly, he seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself. He concentrated on the job at hand and accepted feedback.

           “You’ve had some experience,” he observed. “With washing cars, I mean.”

           Kristoff gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I worked part-time at the car wash one summer,” he replied. “I guess it kind of stuck.” He wiped at his brow. “I wouldn’t want to do it for a living, though.”

           “I had to…earn things by washing cars,” Agnarr said. “My father was a big believer in hard work.”

           Kristoff said nothing. He could tell by the older man’s tone that there were mixed emotions.

           Agnarr wiped the sweat off his brow, if only to not drip on his father’s Cadillac. The “beast,” as he jokingly called it, was an ostentatious symbol of his father’s wealth and practicality. It was practical in that any repairs or maintenance could be easily obtained within the town.

           As he wiped off a clear path in the baked-on wax, he saw his tired, sweaty reflection in the black depths of the “beast.” He had just spent the last four hours under the hot July sun. Every detail had been supervised by his father, who was resting in the shade with a beer. Every once in a while, his father would shout words of—

           “Come on, boy!” Runeard exclaimed. “Put your back into it! In my day, we had to deal with Blue Coral. You’ve got it easy with that wax!”

           Agnarr said nothing. His father often deducted from the anticipated payment if he talked back. It was one of the little ways that the family company kept people in line.

           It took another half hour to clear off the last of the wax. His arms trembling, he stood up straight and awaited judgment—and hopefully, payment.

           Runeard took one last draw of his beer and got up. He circled around the Cadillac and murmured in—well, it wasn’t quite approval. It was more like he acknowledged that the job had been done.

           Agnarr tried to keep calm. He didn’t dare show how eager he was to get paid. He couldn’t ever let his feelings show, not in front of his father.

           Runeard wiped his index finger down the hood and felt for any errant wax. There was one last murmur as he nodded.

           “It’ll do,” Runeard declared. With exaggerated magnanimity, he took out a twenty and handed it to Agnarr. Then the scowl returned as his nostrils flared. “Get cleaned up before you go, boy. And you’d better stay away from those filthy people.”

           Agnarr nodded once. The less his father knew about his outings with Iduna, the better.

           With one last scowl, Runeard shooed him away from the car. It was the same dismissive gesture he might have used for a servant. It certainly reinforced Agnarr’s place in the world—at least in Runeard’s mind.

           Agnarr trudged back into the house. He didn’t have to play up his muscle aches. He did have to remind himself not to smile in front of his father.

           Those long, hot hours had been worth it. The aches had been worth it.  Above all,   Iduna was worth it.

           Agnarr forced himself to take long, slow sips of the sports drink as he toweled off the sweat. The exterior had been cleaned and dried, including the wheels. All that was left was the interior and waxing the car.

           “You’re in good shape for your age, but don’t overdo it,” Iduna warned him gently. “There’s no one to show off to.”

           “I’m not showing off,” he replied. “I’m just…enjoying the moment.”

           “What moment?” she asked.

           He turned his gaze to where Kristoff was showing Anna the bottle of detailer spray and some sort of yellow clay. He sprayed the hood and wiped the clay across the surface. Then he took a microfiber towel and wiped off any residue.

           “See these little dots and specks?” Kristoff pointed to the clay bar. “These are contaminants that stick on your paint. We want to get rid of those before we polish out the swirls. After that, we put on the wax and we’re all set.” He paused. “Here, feel where I just cleaned it up.”

           Anna tentatively brushed a finger across the surface. Blue eyes widened in amazement.

           “Whoa, that’s…really smooth,” she said. “So, you do this every time you wax your truck?”

           He shook his head. “No, this is only once or twice a year. This used to be a big secret for the car shops until a few years ago.”

           Iduna turned back to Agnarr and nodded in understanding. There wasn’t a hint of arrogance or condescension in Kristoff’s voice. He merely wanted to inform Anna about something he liked.

           As the morning went on, Agnarr noted how patient Kristoff was with Anna. He was a good teacher, putting his polisher in Anna’s hands. It was obvious that Kristoff trusted her implicitly—and she felt the same about him.

           By the time they were done, Anna’s Honda had never looked better. Anna and Kristoff took a moment to bask in their shared accomplishment. The car gleamed in the light, despite the clouds coming in.

           “Good job, feisty pants,” Kristoff complimented her. “She looks great.”

           “Oh, I didn’t do all that much,” she demurred. “You and Dad did all the hard work.”

           “Oh, it’s not as hard as the old days,” Agnarr chimed in. “Believe me, I would have been a lot less sore if we had that ceramic wax back then. It’s a lot easier to take off than baked-on Turtle Wax.”

           Any further comment was forestalled when Sven sniffed the air. The big dog made a dissatisfied, grumbling sound. Moments later, the sky darkened with an ominous rumble.

           “Oh, no…” Agnarr groaned. “There wasn’t supposed to be any rain today!”

           “That figures,” Kristoff sighed heavily. He eyed the back of his truck.

           Elsa checked her phone. “Looks like there’ll be heavy showers for an hour or two.”

           “But we just finished it!” Anna groaned.

           Kristoff perked up a little. “Well, I’ve got a tarp in the back of my truck. I could cover up your car until the rain stops.”

           Anna blinked. “You’re prepared.”

           He shrugged. “Sometimes life is like that. You get little bumps in the road and do the best you can. Experience is the toughest teacher. C’mon, let’s get this done.”

           Moments later, Anna’s car was safely covered just before the deluge hit. Everyone watched the rain from inside the garage. Kristoff and Agnarr were toweling off their hair. They were both soaked form the rain.

           “Sorry it didn’t work out, sir,” Kristoff said.

           “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Agnarr replied. “I’d say that this was a very productive day.”

           Kristoff looked at him quizzically. “How so?”

           Behind him, Anna looked puzzled while Elsa looked satisfied. Clearly, something was going on.

           “Do you have anywhere you need to go?” Agnarr asked casually.

           “Not until the rain stops,” Kristoff replied. “Why do you ask?”

           “Well, until then, I suppose that you and Sven are our guests. Do you have any requests for lunch?”

           Kristoff held up his hands. “Sir, I really don’t want to impose. I’m sure you were looking forward to time with your family.”

           “I am,” Agnarr acknowledged with a nod. “Of course, this can include prospective members of my family.”

           “But Sven—“

           “He’s covered,” Elsa said. She reached in her purse and held up a can of dog food.

           Kristoff blinked as Sven leaned against Elsa. “Did you know about this?” he asked Anna.

           She shook her head. “Nope. It’s news to me.”

           “Relax,” Agnarr said calmly. “I’m not bringing out the shotgun for you two. I’m just asking if you’d like to stay for lunch.”

           “I—sure, if it’s no trouble,” he agreed.

           “No trouble at all,” Iduna reassured him. “There’s plenty in the Instant Pot to go around.” She opened the door to the house and the smell of hearty stew wafted outside.

           “Useful, isn’t it?” Elsa remarked. She paused and dug out something else from her purse. She handed a large, folded square of cloth to Kristoff. “You’ll need this.”

           He grimaced at the t-shirt he’d been handed. It wasn’t his, but it was definitely his size. The words “love expert” were boldly emblazoned on the front, complete with hearts.

           “Elsa!” Anna exclaimed.

           “Yes?” Elsa could not have pretended to be more innocent if she’d batted her eyes.

           “You are a stinker. No, you are a scheming, plotting stinker. This was a conspiracy!” Anna declared.

           Elsa and Agnarr had matching smirks. That was unsettling to both Anna and Kristoff.

           “Well, I didn’t plan on the rain,” Agnarr admitted. “You are welcome in my house.” He paused. “While you are in my house, I do expect you two to…mind your manners.”

           Agnarr turned to go inside. He only briefly paused when he passed Elsa.

           “They’re blushing, aren’t they?” he murmured.

           “Oh, yes,” Elsa agreed.

           “Good.”

           Elsa lingered for a moment, a smug little smirk on her face. Then she tapped her thigh and Sven followed her inside.

           “Your Dad really doesn’t have a shotgun, does he?”

           “I…don’t think so. I think he likes you.”

           “That’s…good,” Kristoff got out awkwardly. “I mean, it’s better than the alternative.”

           Wordlessly, Anna reached out. He gently took her hand as her eyes shone.

           “Come on, Mr. Love Expert,” she said. “Let’s have a family lunch.”

           Kristoff’s expression softened. “Sounds good to me.”

The End

[elsanna-shenanigans]

August Contest Submission #9: Forget-Me-Not

Words: ca. 4,000 Setting: Cannon AU shortly after Frozen II (Anna and Kristoff are just friends :P) Lemon: No CW: None

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The soft autumn breeze gently brushed against her skin with the delicacy of the finest silk krones could buy. A sudden shiver from the cool air brought a delightful tingle up Anna’s spine and she found herself tightening her grip against her sister’s hand. 

The recently-named Queen of Arendelle glanced towards her side, captivated at the sight of her older sister’s flowing blonde hair and glittering white dress. The fabric behaved in a manner perfectly fitting for the fifth spirit; flowing through the air as if Elsa truly had no definite form to be categorized by other than her shimmering beauty. 

“Need something?” Anna watched the words slip past her sister’s lip while quirking her eyebrow upwards. 

The blood couldn’t rush faster to Anna’s freckled cheeks. She nearly jumped at being caught admiring the only person within miles of the two. Her light blue eyes darted ahead. 

“J-just wondering if you know where you’re going?” She coughed and tried to recover some of her embarrassment.

The excuse seemed appropriate. It had only been a few weeks since the Enchanted Forest had been revealed to the rest of the world. Even if Elsa had been living with the Northuldra for a period of time, it was still a vast, mysterious new environment. It wasn’t exactly clear if Elsa knew how to give a proper tour of the area.

“Hm, are you worried that I’ll lead us down the wrong path your majesty?” Elsa smirked in jest. 

It was practically involuntary for Anna to respond with rolled eyes. Elsa took to calling her “Majesty” quite quickly it seemed.

“Gale?” Elsa asked aloud. 

In that moment Anna felt a gentle push from behind and a flurry of autumn leaves slipping through her hair as they directed the two women forward. Of course the spirits of these magical woods would come at her sister’s beck and call. The former Queen beside her…being the fifth spirit of this world. The mere idea was still so ethereal. 

“So you don’t know where you’re going. You need Gale to lead the way?” She bit her lip to keep the laughter inside. 

“Oh hush. We’re practically here anyway.” 

True to her words, Anna’s eyes widened as the trees of the forest became more sparse with each step. Streaks of sunlight took advantage of the increasing gaps in the leaves, lighting the dirt path ahead. If Anna squinted her eyes she could barely make out the clearing up ahead. 

Unable to contain the energy building in her legs and chest, Anna let go of Elsa’s hand to rush ahead. Her long, auburn hair bounced behind her as she raced towards their destination. A splattering of bright colors grew more vibrant as she neared the meadow up ahead. As her eyes adjusted to the color, her focus became sharp and defined. 

Sunflowers, chrysanthemums, daisies. Anna counted all the distinct flowers that came into view and found herself in the center of it all. She spun, letting her dress twirl along with the flowers as Gale merrily danced around her. The fragrance of the meadow weaved through the air and melted the stress of their journey from her muscles. 

Anna turned, a brilliant smile on her face as she glanced back towards Elsa. The shadows of the trees slipped away from the blonde as she entered the clearing. 

“Elsa, it’s beautiful!”

A reserved, yet meaningful smile spread across Elsa’s lips, “A worthy spot for the Queen’s retreat?”

“Well, just about anywhere with you is a worthy place to be.” Anna smiled while reaching out with her hands and grasping Elsa’s. “But this place is amazing!” 

Elsa’s pale cheeks suddenly turned bright red and her eyesight drifted downwards. Anna struggled hard to keep her laughter inside at the sight of her flustered companion. However, she was in too high of spirits to attempt to tease. 

With a lethargic sigh, Anna released Elsa from her grip and tilted her heels to send herself backwards onto the soft grass beneath. A short grunt escaped her lips as her back hit the ground but a great sigh of contentment followed as her body sprawled outwards. 

With closed eyes, her thoughts drifted to the blissful feeling of being away from Arendelle. Of course, she loved her homeland with all her heart and even took an oath to protect Arendelle just as the ruler’s before her. Yes, Arendelle was her home, but so was Elsa and those two things weren’t exactly mutually exclusive anymore.

The sound of Elsa crawling beside her form and laying by her side, caused Anna’s eyes to slightly open. Elsa’s elbow supported her chin as she positioned her body sideways. It was nearly impossible for Anna to avoid traveling down her sister’s outline, reveling in the delicate curves of her bosom, waist and hips. 

“I’m glad you like it.” Elsa’s whispered words pleasantly tickled her ears. 

“Mmmm.” Anna hummed in approval. “Are we camping here tonight?” 

Her sister nodded. “I told Honeymarron and Ryder to meet us here with supplies later tonight.”

“Good…That’s good.” Anna mumbled. 

She could feel herself growing increasingly tired with each passing second. But that wouldn’t do. This was her time with Elsa. A luxury that very few had, and something even more precious to her than the entirety of the royal reserves. 

She reached her hand to pluck a little flower within reach. A tiny stem rolled in her fingers and her eyes scanned the light blue petals with a bit of confusion. Her brow twisted as she noted the distinct yellow center. 

“Forget-me-not?” 

“Hm?” Elsa questioned beside her. 

“This is a forget-me-not. They aren’t supposed to be around in late November.” Anna spun the flower within her digits, “I wonder why it’s still here.”

Elsa shrugged beside her, “I wouldn’t know. It is the Enchanted Forest so maybe it can flourish here regardless of the season.” 

“True…” 

Suddenly, a thought sparked through Anna’s head and she twisted her body to face her sister. The space between them shrunk and Anna found her nose mere inches from Elsa’s. The slightest hesitancy flashed through Anna’s mind before disregarding the feeling. They were truly alone in this clearing. 

Blue eyes glanced towards the lips before her, and when she glanced towards Elsa’s deep blue iris’ she could see a similar line of sight reflected. 

“You know, “ Anna started in a whisper while bringing the flower in her hand closer to Elsa. “Forget-me-nots have plenty of meanings. One being a promise to not forget someone.” 

“You don’t say.” Elsa giggled and Anna joined in before slipping the stem through blonde lockes, just above her sister’s ear. The blue petal perfectly matched her eyes.

“But it can also represent a connection that endures all challenges and measure of time.” 

“I like that one.” The words passed through lips in a sound so faint, Anna found herself straining to hear them. 

The air around them shifted. The lively forest surrounding the two women faded into the background and all Anna could feel was the pulse racing through her veins, pushing her towards something beautiful.

“And they represent true and beautiful memories.” 

Anna noticed Elsa give the slightest frown at her words but couldn’t help her eyelids fluttering shut in the moment. She reached out to place her palm along Elsa’s waist. They were alone, Anna reminded herself with her thoughts. They were safe. 

Anna leaned her head towards Elsa, finding their foreheads connecting in a moment of bliss and with the slightest tilt of her chin, Anna seeked out the lips she desperately wanted against her own. 

A jolt from Elsa had the younger sister’s eyes opening abruptly. She watched Elsa roll her body up into a sitting position, her eyes staring forward, but entirely unfocused. Anna mimicked the blonde’s position and sat upright beside her. 

“Is something wrong?” Anna asked hesitantly while watching Elsa pull the flower from her hair and stare at the petals. 

It seemed as if Elsa was in a deep trance, far off in thought. With an outreached arm, she placed her palm on her sister’s far shoulder.

“Elsa?” 

“I-” Her ears perked at the sound her voice was shaking with a peculiar emotion…Not exactly fear, but something similar. Apprehension? 

“Did I do something wrong?” Anna asked carefully. 

They had spent plenty of time together. Plenty of nights together. Not once had she seen Elsa react so…peculiarly. Did her breath stink?

When Elsa’s eyes refocused she turned her head and took a moment to process Anna’s question before leaning into her younger sister. 

“Anna, you could never do anything wrong. Forgive me. I just…I want to- No I need to take you somewhere.I know this is sudden and unplanned but-”

“Where?” 

“It’s um…” Elsa bit her lip before speaking, “…Ahtohallan.” 

Anna’s eyes widened at the name. The mythical location that her sister had crossed a literal sea of danger to find. She wanted to take her there? 

Fear was the first emotion that Anna felt rising in her chest, followed by confusion and hesitancy. This was all so sudden. Their plans were to camp in the enchanted forest for a few days as a much needed retreat not…No. That didn’t matter, Anna decided. She trusted Elsa and if this was something her sister wanted. She would oblige no matter what. 

“Okay.” She nodded. 

“Okay?”

Elsa’s eyes observed her face, scanning for what Anna presumed was objection but she was sure her features had been set in nothing but honest determination and trust. 

A pleasant rest in a vibrant meadow turned into a whirling adventure. She watched in silent fascination as Elsa called Nokk, the water spirit, from a nearby pond and with a touch of her magic, the horse became shrouded in a gem-like exterior of ice. 

While her sister didn’t seem as concerned as she had before, there was an unmistakable tightness that Anna could spot in her stance and poise. When Elsa mounted the spirit she reached her arm outwards towards her younger sister. Anna took the hand confidently and the two were suddenly racing towards what Anna could only presume as the shore. 

The rush of wind through her hair would have been a wonderful sensation if not for the strange circumstance of the quest. What had gotten into her sister? Elsa certainly wasn’t the spontaneous type, especially not like herself, and yet it seemed that this journey called to her in a way that was unavoidable. 

Anna wrapped her arms under her sister’s arms and took hold around her slender waist. With a tightened embrace, she hoped to ease some of Elsa’s worry that seemed to ooze off her form like a faint fog. Feeling the coolness of the fifth spirit’s garb was soothing in it’s own right as well. 

The sun was starting to lower along the horizon and Anna peeked from behind Elsa to see the dazzling sea they were racing towards. The Nokk galloped, unfaltering when the transition from land to ocean began. Anna fixed her eyes below, watching and hearing the hooves of the spirit slam into the surface of the water below, only to turn the shifting liquid into ice on impact. 

“Is Attohallen far?” She shouted over the sound of rushing wind. The dimming sunlight was only a slight concern in her mind. 

“Not as far as you’d think.” Elsa spoke in a manner akin to light hearted laughter. 

Anna smiled, knowing that the feeling of riding the Nokk was the freeing sensation that Elsa craved. It was unmistakable to think her sister wasn’t enjoying journey towards this magical glacier she had only been told about while Elsa had recounted her own perilous adventure a few weeks ago. It made her happy that her sister’s previous concern and anxiety was losing its hold on the woman once more.

Anna closed her eyes and tightened her hold. She cherished the feeling of Elsa in her arms, leaping forth into an unknown adventure. It reminded her of the earlier days in their childhood, when Elsa was far more mischievous, and far less reserved. 

Time passed, how quickly, Anna could not say. She merely focused on the clattering sound of Nokk’s steps against the ice below. The next time Anna opened her cerulean eyes, she could see the golden hue of the sunset lowering behind an icy mountain ahead. The sea around the two women was completely covered in pure ice. 

“Ahtohallan.” Anna whispered as she guessed their destination was ahead. She leaned to the side to catch the determined look of her sister staring straight ahead.

Shortly after noticing the glacier, Anna realized they were much closer than she thought. Solid ice became packed, dense snow and the Nokk’s movement slowed to a trot. 

“Not much further.” Elsa assured and Anna nodded against her back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you out here all of a sudden.” 

“What’s so important here?”

Elsa turned to look her in the eyes, the confident smirk on her pale visage did plenty to ease Anna’s hidden concern. 

“It’s something you have to see for yourself.” 

“That something doesn’t…bite….right?”

The beautiful chime of Elsa’s laughter sent a giddy pressure into Anna’s chest. 

“No, you’ll be safe. I promise.” 

The rush of emotions that rose within herself had Anna blushing profusely. The confidence and grace that her sister spoke those words with were almost too much to handle. She definitely liked this side of Elsa. 

Soon, Nokk arrived at a triangular entrance of crystal clear sculpted ice and Anna slid off the spirit and watched it return to the sea after bowing to the women. 

“Okay.” She clapped her hands and rubbed them together. “What do you want to show me?” 

Elsa smirked before grasping one of her hands and leading her into the cavern. It was dark, surprisingly so. Anna squinted in an attempt to see anything in front of herself but found it incredibly frustrating. That is, until she could barely make out Elsa placing her palm against the icy wall. 

Lights nearly blinded Anna as the cavern lit up in a glittering beauty that resembled the stars. Anna could feel her jaw go slack, watching all the pretty lights dazzle around her. 

“C’mon.” Elsa tugged forward and Anna found herself following down a tighter section of the cavern. 

The entirety of the cavern felt like a maze, paths splintering off in nearly every direction and yet Elsa stayed true in her steps. The lively lights embedded in the walls rushed ahead, and lit the path, as if they were guiding them to where they wanted to be. 

“W-Woah hang on a second-.” Anna exclaimed as the floor beneath her boots gradually became stepper and stepper. The frictionless ice sliding her into an uncontrollable momentum. 

Her eyes focused on Elsa, watching her knees bend and lean into the slope and Anna shakily copied the movements. The speed of their descent into the unknown cavern had her stomach dropping and a wild energy pulsing through her. 

The smile that spread across freckled cheeks was involuntary. 

When they neared a ramp that would surely send them flying into the depths of a larger space ahead, Anna didn’t close her eyes or scream in fear. No. Her hand tightened within Elsa’s grip and they flew into the air together, laughing as if it were a wonderful memory from their childhood. 

The slightest flick of Elsa’s unoccupied wrist had beams of ice rising from the dark depths below to give them footing. Watching her sister’s magic come so naturally, so gracefully, had Anna feeling just how proud she was to be with Elsa. How far had they both come?

The transition from the air back towards the cool, slippery surface was met with little resistance and eventually the slope they traversed leveled out and their speed eased until they were no longer bound by the steepness of the ice. Watching ahead, Anna followed her sister into the next room. 

Blue eyes widened at the sight of crystal clear pillars in the room. It was almost as if the very structure of this place was a throne room, brilliant and beautiful in every sense. 

“We’re here.” Elsa spoke, her words echoing through the hall. 

At the sound of her sister’s voice, the lights that followed them here split into individual colors. The colors swam through the ice below, passing under her feet and towards a darkened room ahead. 

“Are those…?” Anna asked, unable to voice her full thoughts as she was mesmerized by the lights.

“The other spirits.” Elsa confirmed while nodding her head, “Yes.”

“Amazing.” She breathed. 

It took a few steps before Anna found herself side by side with Elsa, facing a room that seemed to contain the deepest, unknown black she’d ever seen. A magical presence seemed to waft through the air, leaking from the space before her. This place was special, she could feel it in her bones. 

“Anna.” Her head turned towards the voice of her sister, “I…”

She watched Elsa’s lips open and shut, her brow wrinkled in all the ways that would indicate frustration. She could tell the blonde was trying to think of the words she could use to explain what lies ahead, although Anna was already sure it was the type of mythical magic that was near impossible to truly explain through mere words. 

“It’s okay Elsa,” Anna spoke while reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder, “Show me.” 

An affirmative nod followed by interweaved hands had the two sisters stepping into the darkness. At first, Anna relied on Elsa and her senses to lead the way, but everything changed once she saw the spirits. 

Crystals of colored light, last seen in Arendelle’s darkest moments, were free and floating in this  vast space. She watched in fascination as the colors swirled through the air, a flurry of blue’s formed a single autumn leaf and Anna then realized what she was witnessing. 

“Hi Gale.” She giggled, still enthralled by the sight of the spirit which had no form. 

A swirl of pink crystals came rushing towards them, whirling around Elsa in the shape of the fire-breathing salamander that Anna had come to adore. The flashes of varying brightness had perfectly reminded Anna of the fiery spirit they met on their travels. On her left, with the beauty and grace she had always felt from the creature, Nokk was trotting alongside them. Lastly, On Elsa’s side, Anna watched as the crystals formed the gigantic outline of the giants she’d nearly been crushed by. A hesitant wave of her hand was all she knew how to give, but the frim nod from the giant filled Anna’s chest with comfort. 

These were not the rage-filled, uncontrollable spirits they’d initially found in their journey into the Enchanted Forest. No, they were legendary creatures of myths but capable of emotions similar to her own kind. Blue eyes trailed to her sister, enjoying the way the gems of her dress glowed in the presence of the spirits. She truly was the fifth spirit.

They stopped in the center of the room. The four spirits delving below to shape large, magnificent crystals that Elsa could control. Pale arms lifted upwards. Anna’s jaw was surely hanging as she watched, yet Elsa took one last glance towards her. 

“In that meadow, you said forget-me-nots resembled true and beautiful memories.” Anna found herself merely nodding, unsure of what Elsa was planning, “I want to show you everything Anna.”

“What do you m-” Anna started only to watch Elsa thrust the crystals towards the ceiling in blinding light. 

The crystals collided overhead and the dark room that surrounded them was transformed into a dome of ice. In that moment, as the world around her brightened with what seemed to be fractured mirrors, Anna’s eyes grew large and her lips parted. 

Taste, touch, sound, smells, even her sight seemed inadequate to truly describe the feeling within herself. Memories. She realized with astonishment. Her memories flooded the walls, playing as if she was watching them within her mind, yet the clarity was unfathomably real. 

“Elsa…” Anna breathed, unable to form words. 

“Do you want to build a snowman?” 

Wide blue eyes flashed towards the sound of her own voice, watching a memory of their childhood. What was once a memory of a traditional Arendelle winter shifted across the ice to reveal a younger version of Elsa swirling her magical power into what appeared to be an earlier version of Olaf. 

“Weeeeeee!” 

Anna turned once more to see her younger self squealing as rode a sled through the thick of the Arendelle woods. Elsa, pushing her from behind. The image faded and revealed something similar, only the trees in the background morphed into the walls of the castle and the sled was nowhere to be found. 

“My memories…” Anna choked, feeling a sudden ache catch in her throat. 

All around her, this magical place revealed the memories of her childhood that had been altered. Ice skating in a pond turned into skating within the castle walls. Snowball fights in the summer garden. Everything was revealing itself to her.

The sting of tears pricked at the corner of her eyes yet she knew them to be tears of happiness. With each streak that slid down her cheeks, a piece of herself had been returned. These were more than simple memories being displayed before her, she could feel them unlocking themselves within. 

“Catch me! Catch me!” 

Anna turned once more towards the sound of her younger voice. She saw her younger self leaping from snowy hilltop to snowy hilltop, all being formed mere moments before she leapt. Elsa’s hand tightened around her own and she glanced towards her sister. 

The tears that glittered on pale cheeks had Anna squeezing back with the deepest amount of unconditional love she could offer. Her eyes returned to the memory above. 

“Wait Anna. Slow down!” 

“Woohoo!” 

She could see the younger version of Elsa struggling to keep up with her speed. The distance between each leap was getting farther and the structures her sister created were larger. A momentary slip of balance sent Elsa backwards and Anna watched herself leap into the air without a cushion below. 

A single blast of magic to her head was all it took to send the young girl into the snowy bank below. 

“A-anna!….Mama! Papa!” 

The Queen of Arendelle watched as the young Elsa struggled to hold her unresponsive self in her arms, curling around her as the magical ice began to splinter and spread into something much more coarse. 

“Elsa what have you done?”

“She’s ice cold…” 

“I recommend we remove all magic. Even memories of magic…to be safe.” 

Anna watched as the true events of the past became clear. The ache of confusion and the unknown that had always remained in her heart suddenly faded. Everything was clear now. 

“Elsa-” Anna turned, expecting to comfort her older sister, however she found something entirely different. 

Elsa was smiling and the tears and sadness Anna thought she understood was replaced by relief. Elsa reached out to take her arms in her hands and their foreheads connected in a loving touch. 

“You don’t have to worry Anna. I don’t blame myself anymore. I just wanted you to know everything.” 

“Elsa…” Anna pulled her sister closer, so that nearly every inch of their bodies were pressed together. “Thank you.” 

She leaned forward and pressed her lips into Elsa’s. The gentle connection was met with the brilliant lights of the spirits surrounding them. Anna peeked a single eye open to watch as the fractured memories of Ahtohallan spun into a single memory of their kiss. 

When the two women parted they watched as the events they’d experienced were now being played above. 

“Now we’re caught up.” Anna giggled. 

“There’s one last thing I wanted to show you.” 

"Hm?” Anna lifted her brow while Elsa took a step back. 

“When we were younger. My magic wasn’t like it is now.” Elsa frowned as she recounted the memories of her own struggles to tame the energy inside herself, “I could make ice and snow…but there was no true beauty in it. Just clumps of magical power and being afraid of that power only made it worse.” 

Anna watched as Elsa placed her palm out. Particles of light began forming within her hand and watched as a single flower, small but intricate in all the ways that would define a master artisan. 

“But it’s thanks to you that I’m able to practice my magic once again without fear.”

Anna nodded her head in reply, knowing that their love had truly unchained them both from the shackles they carried in the past. 

“So…” Elsa smiled while outstretching the flower in her fingers.

“Forget-me-not?”

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[hiccanna-tidbits]

I agree with you SO MUCH about j/slsa and Mo/arel!

Like, I saw in tags that people are giving more reasons why they ship those two pairings but... let's be honest.

The main reason they ship j/elsa is that they both have similar powers and white hair. The main reason for mo/ariel is that Ariel lived (past tense!) in ocean and Moana loves ocean. And it's just.. stupid for me.

Their personalities just don't match with each other and even if they were together that wouldn't last long.

I think that Jack would totally annoy Elsa. She is more calm and she's even sometimes annoyed at Anna's behaviour. So Jack would be just get her angry. And for Jack, Elsa would be boring, cuz she can't have fun or sth like that.

Moana would like Ariel, but after a while it wouldn't work either. Moana would love to be close to the ocean while Ariel would prefer be on land. After a while, I think, there would be a lot of arguing about this and finally they would break up. In friendly way, but still.

ahh, sorry, but reading about that couples made me kinda annoyed.

But it's okay cuz they not that as popular as back then (I mean J/elsa).

DUDE I FUCKIN KNOW RIGHT???

Like highkey they’re both such shallow ships and their personalities don’t mesh well at ALL like...they’re neat aesthetically but that’s about it???

Right on the nose about j/elsa, like Elsa would NOT be attracted to his antics. And highkey his and Anna’s personalities are really similar, and I straight up cannot see Elsa wanting to date someone who reminds her of her little sister??? Kinda weird :/ And Elsa seems to not have much patience for men in general, so honestly Jack would work her every last nerve. She might eventually come to be fond of him as a little brother figure, but I can’t see her ever being interested in him romantically. Elsa I feel like mostly likes women anyways, and would be pretty picky with her men. And Jack seems like he would like girls who are fun-loving and energetic, and like...Elsa CAN have fun, but she doesn’t seem to like...value it as much as Jack does. Like Jack will always make room for fun, while Elsa just has fun if she has time, but it’s not a priority. If that makes any sense. She’s generally reserved and serious, and Jack would get bored of her pretty fast and be annoyed she was putting a damper on his fun XD

I can see Moana being interested in Ariel because she’s a mermaid, and Mo is like “whoa, people who live IN the ocean??? COOL!” But Ariel’s personality itself I don’t think Moana would jive with because like you said, Ariel’s all obsessed with human culture on land and leaving the ocean behind and Moana would be like “Literally WHY??? You have the option to explore the ENTIRETY of the ocean UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL UNDERWATER and you wanna...give that up???” And hearing that Ariel wants to give up being a mermaid because she’s “in love” with some dude she hasn’t had one (1) conversation with??? Moana would roll her eyes SO damn hard. Like she’d be like “this girl needs to get better priorities” lmao. Doesn’t help that Moana has big gray-ace gray-aro vibes, so the thought of someone doing something THAT drastic to leave the ocean for a goddamn CRUSH of all things would be even MORE baffling to her. I can imagine Mo being like “dude you have EVERYTHING that I could ever want, and you want to give it up for a guy because he’s...hot? Excuse me???” Meanwhile Ariel would be too busy fantasizing over the next hot human who catches her fancy to spend a long time, if any time at all, swooning over Moana XD

Dude you’re so valid, I internally kinda go “Uggggghhhhhh” whenever I see J/elsa or Mo/ariel so I couldn’t read about them without getting annoyed either XD It’s honestly kind of a relief to me that the J/elsa craze seems to be mostly over, because I was super not a fan of seeing them everywhere XD

Steaming hot take maybe but good aesthetics mean nothing if your ship ain’t compatible *shrugs*

Also watch me make a mermaid!Merida x Moana moodboard solely out of spite XD

[theupsidedownpyramid]

So I’ve been asked by @lovewillthaw-j​ to add something from Minecraft Frozen 2 map to her observations :)

First thing first, the willow tree riddle remains unresolved. No door. Even no willow tree :/

But yes, there’s a door behind the church. There it is :)

The area behind that door:

In the last screenshot of your post, the trees have already withered as that scene happens after Anna becomes queen and the weather is getting colder. Below’s a screenshot of the scene immediately before Elsa saves Arendelle. As you can see, the trees in the movie and in the Minecraft map kinda match. 

Here’s a closer look to one of the fountains near the door. I assume they are fountains as there’s water inside them lol: 

And this reminds me of Disney Frozen Adventure (official game app). In the game one of the playable areas is the Castle Garden. There are fountains in the Garden too. But the area behind that door you discussed about (’that area’) and the Castle Garden are not the same place: While that area is next to the waters, Castle Garden is enclosed by hedge and trees (and rocks indeed). And that area seems not to have any fountains near its door. 

Wait, there is a willow tree???

In Elsa’s words: I’m sorry, I’m confused. 

(Note: Ignore the swing design, shrub sculptures and flower colours. Those are of the player’s (i.e. my) choices.)

Feel free to further add anything :)

[benedicto-sinfiel]

Crowds

Almost all the decisions we make in our daily lives have more to do with automatized rituals than with autonomous acts, much less with gestures of freedom. Our days are more-or-less predetermined by the voracious demands of the economic system. Since we are young, they teach us to love work and hate play, despise it even. Anyone with a job knows what I’m saying. As you might expect, my daily ritual during work days was the stuff of nightmares one would find in a J. G. Ballard novel, a form of terror grounded on perpetual boredom and minor yet pervasive anxieties. Daily, I somehow found the strength to leave bed, ate breakfast (if time permitted), and then rushed to catch bus 299 which leaves me two blocks away from the warehouse. I work alongside what they call mojados (undocumented immigrants), old chinese women with fragile skin, and some aging felons under extreme heat while being submitted to increasing forms of domination. We load boxes of regional citrus fruits for a living. Our work speed is defined by the capacities of the conveyor belt that moves the fruit laboriously through such advanced technology as to give one the impression that such marvels ought to lessen the burden of work rather than raise it. After we pack a box full of grapefruits or oranges, we place it on our worn-out shoulders and carry it to the back of the warehouse, where they check the quality of our work and keep tabs of our loads. We get paid by the box, not by the hour as is legally required. If we can’t keep up with the minimum speed allowed - 6 boxes an hour, at the least - you get pushed back to the street without a paycheck or a job. “There are hundreds just like you just dying to take your place, best not forget,” the managers make sure to remind us a few times a week. At 75 cents per box, 70 boxes per day on average, 430 per week, we ended up with around $200 come pay day, after the bosses had taken their cut for providing water and rotten foodstuffs. I thought, they give us water as a trucker feeds oil to his truck, all while denying us pavilions of dreams and spaces of hope, and they charge us for it! This is why, as the worker-poet T-Bone Slim wrote, this is why workers are broke everyday but payday. The thieving bosses pay us just enough to keep us alive, for us to show up at work the next day. It’s a losers game, and fewer and fewer are winning these days. The first thing I noticed while walking into Bodega Fruta Libre was a group of five new workers who, as usual, were being given quick instructions before being thrown to the aggressive orders of the conveyor belt. It was their first day, hell even before the official start of their first day, and their faces already carried the look of doom, the look that says - I know something bad is coming, I’m not sure what it is, but it is out there, waiting for me, like a yearning leopard waiting to devour his tragically easy prey. Later I learned they were from Ethiopia. During our 20 minute lunch break, they were already complaining about the work. “This is too fast. My arm - almost gone, man!” expressed one of them. Him and his friends began to laugh about it, making jokes only they could understand in a blend of Amharic, english, and some obscure sounding language. We waited at the bus stop looking like a murder of crows, silent, bleak, and essentially harmless. Our friends from Ethiopia were visibly uncomfortable, I knew the look, but after a week of being here they would learn what it feels like to be worn slam out by the violence of the conveyor belt, at least physically speaking. I decided to introduce myself, lest they get the wrong idea about us. “Rough first day?” I asked. “Yes, friend. Rough shit indeed,” said one of them with a grin, “by the way, my name is Ife.” “I’m Antonio, see y’all tomorrow,” I said and waved hello-goodbye to the rest of them. Their young faces looked exhausted. Today had been their initiation into the American nightmare - the seemingly invisible cruelty that underlies the rhythm, flow, and quality of our lives - and they didn’t even know it, yet. I got off the bus on the corner of Elsa and Fields street and decided to walk home the rest of the way, making a pit stop at the Montes’ corner store. Then, the nightly ritual began: a few shots of whisky and a steady stream of whatever drink was at hand, today it was rum and coke. I sat down and thought of better things to come. That was the only thing that made reality pleasant. Dreamin’, that is. The intoxicating effect led me down the royal road where memories, history, and dreams converge. I saw strange snapshot images like the flashes created by fireworks: tired detectives, piles of bodies scattered like leaves in a warehouse, machines engulfed by fire, the reflection of the moon. Then, a more familiar montage of despair and hope: visions of youthful torment gave way to the gleaming spark of the cold flame that lit within me during the eventful days of yesteryear. I stumble upon crowds, a sea of enthusiastic, exalted, and enraged faces trying to find words, each other, themselves. They did it with such urgency that made you think they had never attempted to express themselves before. The crowd was debating it all - work, cities, music, jokes, buildings, poetry, love, history, and the importance of games. “What to do? Where to go? Who will join me?” wondered the multitude aloud with piercing eyes. “Let’s unbury the dead and conjure the ghosts that haunt us!” shouted someone in an attempt to win over the crowd. “The tears of the bosses are the nectar of the gods!” said another as the crowd laughed and enjoyed itself, merging and blending in unexpected ways, giving way to new forms and shapes. “Society is a carnivorous flower!” announced someone else. The crowd went on debating and throwing everything into the destructive force inherent to the critique of everyday life. A strange sound began to engulf everything. The atmosphere and our mood mutated as the blinding red and blue lights of freedom captured the night sky, the buildings, and the faces in the crowd. The sound of police sirens benumbed us and we were forced to disperse by the burning shower of rubber bullets and tear gas thrown our way. The passing of time has the effect of demolishing everything that stands in its way. People, places, my own self, were constantly changing, but nothing new or better ever seemed to replace anything. Old buildings were demolished by the city and nothing was built in their place. We live among ruins in a forgotten border town. I sat on bus 299 headed to work. Last night I dreamt of crowds and today I am immersed in them as I make my way to work. Real life crowds seem to be united by their disunity, I thought. People walk past each other daily without ever stopping to think about how much we would gain by embracing each other, which is to say ourselves. Where are the starving, restless crowds of yesteryear?

[gizkasparadise]

Kdrama review: Vagabond

Master Kdrama rec list.

Series: vagabond Episodes: 16 (14 of 16 aired so far) Genres: Intrigue, action/adventure, SADNESS, drama/tragedy, J U S T I C E, thriller, romance Spoilers in the Review: first episode/basic premise If You Like, You’ll Like: the guardians/lookout!, Taking The Law Into Your Own Hands, four brothers, gu family book, just between lovers/rain or shine, I Lived Bitch, lee seung gi playing yet another wannabe action star that has to run all the time, lee seung gi playing yet another character in love with suzy bae, wholesome high fives, having to run really fast as the bullets go put put ting ting ting behind you, PARKOUR 

Rank: 10/10

“we didn’t die! we didn’t fucking die! high five!!”

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ok let’s get this out of the way:

do i understand any of the political plot? i do not. is it easy for me to keep track of various Machinations? no i have no idea what’s happening 9 times out of 10. could most of this be solved by singular phone calls? probably. why the hell is a vagabond?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[puts on aviators]

i don’t give a fuck about all that

premise [SPOILERS for first ep, cw child death]

cha dal gun is a stuntman and martial artist who is raising his nephew after the death of his brother. he has such a signature look in the flashbacks:

a look

he’s not the best in terms of success, but he loves his nephew a lot and does what he can. he teaches his nephew martial arts, and his nephew makes a Super Elite Child Tae Kwon Do Team that pays for him to attend a Diplomatic Tae Kwon Do match in morocco. idk why diplomacy is resting on children’s small fighting shoulders, but okay. 

dal gun’s entire life spirals when his nephew’s plane to morocco unexpectedly crashes, killing everyone on board. Evidence emerges that makes him suspect a cover up, which eventually involves...

go hae ri, a rookie intelligence agent who is not so great at her job. the majority of her coworkers dont expect much from her because they’re awful. hae ri wants to continue her steady government position without obstacles but that doesn’t work when dal gun decides to

P U N C H

his way to 

J U S T I C E

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main characters

cha dal gun

former stuntman trying to get by turned vigilante roof hopper. he will make you cry. following the death of his nephew, he’ll do Whatever It Takes to uncover the political conspiracy and government cover up surrounding the mysterious plane crash. for justice.

lowkey trying out to be an assassin’s creed player character. does push-ups upside down and shirtless because sbs producers know what they’re about. doesn’t smile much but when he does the lighting on the show increases 17%. he lived, bitch

go hae ri

rookie agent who doesn’t do combat missions. she spends a couple eps Avoiding the Call, but once she gets going she cannot and will not be stopped. brains to dal gun’s brawn. the daughter of a heroic marine who died saving lives, she wants to do the right thing for justice

her hair is so excellent because it’s full of secrets. over sharer. does not know when to recognize that someone has a crush on her. doesn’t think enough of herself. very concerned about people’s dal gun well-being. has the code name elsa? like from frozen?? why???

ki tae woong

a senior at the national intelligence service and you know he’s By the Book because he’s like 1 of 2 people that habitually wears a tie to work. but he also has the Is He A Second Lead? Hair Part so that lets you know he’s actually soft at heart. capable and super cool under pressure, he also, you guessed it, has a sense for justice. 

the blue to dal gun’s red. will do what’s right and if you don’t do what’s right he will scold you for it or be Grimly Disapproving. has the vibe of an intelligence agent who actually submits the paperwork on time in triplicate

some support characters selected by how much they are my favorites

park gwang deok

this man will make you cry. because justice.

gong hwa sook

hae ri’s bff who also works at the national intelligence service. im sure they said what her actual job is at one point, but she’s basically the one who squints at surveillance footage and Finds The Hidden Clue after Enlarging The Image. ride or die, will try to protect you from shame (for justice)

lee jessica / jessica lee

im sure you immediately know who this woman is based on the all-white pantsuit. jessica works for a Company of War that is seeking to get a government contract for providing fighter planes. mmwhatchasay. screams into cellphones a lot while never putting her arms into the sleeves of her designer jackets. has no sense for justice!!

lily

an assassin/mercenary who (gasp) also has a low (low) key sense of justice. is hired by jessica for Reasons. i love her so much. i need more lily in the remaining episodes.

Drawbacks.

does it always make sense? to be honest i could not even tell you a yes or no here

there are many interchangeable evil men in suits

people complain about suzy bae (hae ri)’s acting but honestly i enjoy it so w/e

Reasons to Watch.

THE GRIEVING FAMILY MEMBERS OF THE VICTIMS OF THE PLANE CRASH. one thing vagabond does really well is remember that this isn’t just dal gun’s loss. several family members have important roles in the activism for justice and lmao they make me cry. i cry so much at this show. it’s very human and reminds me of how trauma is addressed in just between lovers/rain or shine

action scenes!!!! it’s all off the fucking chain. like. the production value is so high for this show you can almost see SBS execs figuring out how many subway sandwich scenes need to go into the next drama they write

the mains!!! all three are so great and good and excellent. dal gun and hae ri have some awesome character development throughout -- hae ri especially

the romance between dal gun and hae ri is incredibly sweet and fluffy despite the intense situations they’re in

dal gun is Very Aware that hae ri is Attractive and does a lot of awkward throat clearing while hae ri is just like DID YOU EAT TODAY

Final Thoughts.

power moves! things that make me cry! slow motion action sequences for the aesthetic! battle/power couple! and of course

J U S T I C E

[cupidmarwani-archive]

The Med Groupchat

Summary: The title speaks for itself.

WC: 1.5k

[crickett has renamed the chat “SEXY BITCHES”]

crickett: my city now

[Maggie<3 has renamed the chat “Gaffney ED”]

Maggie<3: Absolutely not

J. Lanik: Dr. Marcel, I can just kick you out of the chat if you cannot take this seriously.

crickett: rude

[J. Lanik has changed “crickett”’s username to “Crockett Marcel”]

[Crockett Marcel has changed “Crockett Marcel”’s username to “crickett”]

[crickett has added “HUBBY” to the chat]

HUBBY: Hi this is Ethan Crockett made my username and I don’t know how to change it

J. Lanik: I can change it in the chat for you I have admin privileges

crickett: no fun

HUBBY: Please change my username

[J. Lanik has changed “HUBBY”’s username to “Ethan Choi”]

crickett: how come u have all the power

J. Lanik: Because I’m an adult.

FreeWilly: who acts like a five year old lmao

J. Lanik: YOU KNEW I WAS SAVING THAT SORBET FOR FRIDAY NIGHT AS A TREAT FOR MYSELF

crickett: no need to yell

[crickett has sent an image to the chat]

FreeWilly: WHAT THE FUCK CROCKETT

J. Lanik: HOLY SHIT

[Maggie<3 has left the chat]

[crickett has deleted a message from the chat]

crickett: sorry babes i meant to send that to @EthanChoi

Ethan Choi: I’m breaking up with you

[J. Lanik has added “Maggie<3” to the chat]

Ethan Choi: You’re safe now, Maggie

Lesbian’s Wife: hey google how do i bleach my brain

Lesbian: Seconded

Maggie<3: Remind me which one of you is which

Lesbian: I’m Ava

FreeWilly: I remember cos Sarah never shuts up about being Ava’s wife

Lesbian’s Wife: I’m Ava’s wife <3

[J. Lanik has changed “Lesbian”’s username to “Bekker”]

[J. Lanik has changed “Lesbian’s Wife”’s username to “Other Bekker”]

crickett: not that i dont love and support dr bekker but this is the ed chat 

crickett: since u wont let me name it the sexy bitches chat

J. Lanik: She’s married to Sarah and cardiology is always down here.

J. Lanik: WAIT

[J. Lanik has added “connor” to the chat]

[J. Lanik has added “MommyPower” to the chat]

Maggie<3: I love you, Nat, but please change your username

crickett: give me admin power

[MommyPower has changed “MommyPower”’s username to “Nat”]

Nat: I’m in a mom chat leave me alone

Maggie<3: How’s Owen btw

crickett: @J.Lanik give me admin give me admin

Ethan Choi: do not give him admin I’m begging you

[J. Lanik has promoted “Ethan Choi” to administrator]

[Ethan Choi has changed “J. Lanik”’s username to “BooBoo the Fool”]

Nat: Owen is great thanks for asking! He just started soccer.

[Ethan Choi has removed “BooBoo the Fool” from the chat]

Ethan Choi: YOU FOOL

Ethan Choi: I HAVE ACCESS TO ETHAN’S PHONE

Ethan Choi: AND HE IS EASILY DISTRACTIBLE!

crickett: He locked himself in the bathroom with my phone. But now I have his

Ethan Choi: WAIT NO I HAVE PRIVATE STUFF THERE

Maggie<3: More private than your dick pics?

Connor: his WHAT

[Ethan Choi has added “BooBoo the Fool” to the chat.]

[BooBoo the Fool has changed “BooBoo the Fool”’s username to “Lanik”]

[Lanik has demoted “Ethan Choi” from administrator]

Lanik: This close to removing you from the chat, Marcel.

crickett: u love me too much

Bekker: Crockett sent us all his dick earlier @connor

crickett: NOT ON PURPOSE

connor: ...is it a good dick

crickett: i mean yeah? i hope so 

Ethan Choi: I’d like to stop talking about my husband’s dick please

Ethan Choi: (but for the record @connor it is a good dick)

Other Bekker: can we not talk abt his dick

Other Bekker: not unless i can talk about the strap but lanik said thats not allowed

Bekker: So he can send nudes but Sarah can’t talk about our new strap?

[Lanik has added “Dr. Charles” to the chat]

Lanik: Will this make you all calm down?

Dr. Charles: I don’t want to be involved here.

[Dr. Charles has left the chat]

Other Bekker: DAD

connor: lmao daddy issues

Bekker: @connor is this the hill you wanna die on?

[connor has deleted a message from the chat]

FreeWilly: can we all calm down lol

crickett: no. @connor dm if you wanna see my dick

Ethan Choi: …

crickett: i was kidding!!

crickett: haha unless……..

Lanik: Please do not plan threesomes in the work groupchat.

April: @Lanik bitter because you weren’t invited

crickett: OOOOOH burn

Ethan Choi: Does @no-ah have us on mute

April: yes

crickett: I’ll dm him some booty pics

Ethan Choi: Do not dm him booty pics

crickett: doing so is a public service

FreeWilly: to be fair Ethan he does get naked anywhere and everywhere

Nat: Including my birthday party >:(

crickett: in my defense u and april and sarah were also naked

Other Bekker: i remember that lmao

Lanik: This is a work chat.

FreeWilly: we should have a nude exchange

[Lanik has removed “FreeWilly” from the chat]

crickett: ooooh drama. are yall gonna break up

[Lanik has muted “crickett”]

Maggie<3: It’s so… quiet

Ethan Choi: Please unmute him he’s whiny

[Lanik has unmuted “crickett”]

connor: anyways 

connor: who wants to talk about their trauma

Bekker: @connor Like when you accused me of murder

Other Bekker: when i was a kid my mom really hated me and ive never really felt loved and maybe thats why im in a constant state of loneliness and being unfulfilled and even though im the happiest ive ever been i constantly feel like im on the edge of a cliff and at any moment im gonna fall over the edge and die

connor: that was loaded

Other Bekker: you asked

Maggie<3: I was traumatized by seeing Crockett’s penis

connor: lucky :(

Lanik: Jeez kids can you lighten up a little

Nat: HE KNOWS MEMES HE KNOWS MEMES

crickett: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS JIMOTHY

Lanik: Don’t call me Jimothy.

Ethan Choi: @connor why are you thirsty

[Lanik has added “FreeWilly” to the chat]

Lanik: It’s worse without you

FreeWilly: that may be the nicest thing youve ever said to me…

crickett: hey baby

crickett: baby

crickett: baby

crickett: baby

Nat: Use dm

crickett: baby

crickett: baby

Ethan Choi: What

crickett: since ur going to the hospital tonight can u pick up my meds uwu <3

Ethan Choi: Only if you promise to never say uwu again

[Other Bekker has renamed the chat “uwu”]

Nat: uwu

connor: uwu

Other Bekker: uwu

Bekker: uwu

April: uwu

Maggie<3: uwu

FreeWilly: uwu

Crickett: OWO

Ethan Choi: I want a divorce

[Lanik has renamed the chat “SHUT THE FUCK UP MARCEL”]

connor: lanik snapped

FreeWilly: hot

connor: WAIT CROCKETT DID YOU DO THAT ON PURPOSE

crickett: ;)

Bekker: What did he do

connor: i saw the dick pick. @EthanChoi you were right its nice

Lanik: Please stop planning threesomes in the chat

Ethan Choi: @connor I’ll set up a private chat

connor: yesyesyesyesyes

Nat: I wish I could get laid this easily…

April: You can

Maggie<3: I’m with @Lanik can you guys not be horny in this chat

Other Bekker: my two modes are horny and depressed

Bekker: Actually you have a third- hungry

Other Bekker: fair

No-ah: This is why I have the chat muted

[No-ah has left the chat]

[Lanik has added “Queen Elsa” to the chat]

Bekker: Rounding out the lesbianism I see

Queen Elsa: Is this even a chat I want to be in?

Ethan Choi: No

Maggie<3: No

crickett: yes

Other Bekker: to summarize: crockett sent a dickpic on accident and connor was disappointed he didnt see it and now hes gonna sleep with ethan and crockett and also i think nat and april are gonna get laid and also in case you didnt know yet will and jimmy are dating

Other Bekker: AND @Bekker IS MY WIFE!

Maggie<3: There it is

Lanik: Hi, Ms. Curry. This is the groupchat for the ED and I trust that you’ll treat this respectfully unlike some of the other doctors have been

Queen Elsa: Did you just call me a doctor?

crickett: do not listen to him this chat is all fun and games and dickpics

Queen Elsa: If that last part is true, I’m leaving the chat.

crickett: it only happened once and it was an accident

[Other Bekker has sent an image]

Other Bekker: look at my wife look at my wife look at my wife

FreeWilly: @April @Nat are you guys still here

Maggie<3: It looks like they both have us on mute

crickett: good for them,, we been knew they were in love

Ethan Choi: Please act like a person

crickett: bold of u to assume im a person

[connor has renamed the chat “tinder for lonely gay doctors and nurses”]

Other Bekker: DOES THIS MEAN WE CAN HELP ELSA GET A GIRLFRIEND

Queen Elsa: I have one.

Other Bekker: omg omg omg spill

Lanik: I feel like none of you are taking this seriously.

[Lanik has promoted “Maggie<3” to administrator]

Lanik: Never let it be said that I did not try.

[Maggie<3 has changed “Lanik”’s username to”BooBoo the Fool”]

[BooBoo the Fool has left the chat]